Page 53 of Rawest Venom

The safest person in my life is the boy who rescued me from my nightmare, the man who I was trained to assassinate, the person who may kill me… And I trust him completely. It would be an honor to die by his hand.

But instead of harm, he grabs a bottle of liquid soapand a sponge, then begins to rub me down, starting with my neck. His large hand cups my cheek and brushes a thumb over it while gazing at me, lathering my shoulders. Never leaving my eyes, he uses the bubbles to massage every inch of my body, even between my legs, washing my skin while I lay my head back against the tiles. As soon as he cleans an area, the water rinses it, then he uses his lips to coat me with his tongue, bathing each piece with his mouth.

“I’m covering you with my scent…with me,” he says, standing, leaning over my body. The drops fall from the ends of his strands and drip onto my face. “You’re about to be claimed, puppet.” His chest rises and falls rapidly, as if he’s holding himself back from something. Gripping the back of my knees, he pulls me toward his waiting dick. “And when I soothe your need with my cock, you’re mine. Do you understand?”

Hearing that is everything I’ve ever wanted. The deep pain of rejection from being a tool to be used is replaced by the comfort of his closeness. Cal wantsme. Nodding rapidly, I answer him, “Yes, please. I need it.” My pussy pulsates with desperation as it senses the bulbous head nearby. “I want to be claimed. I’m yours.”

Before I finish the words, the tones are choked off as he plunges inside me while gripping the back of my neck with a large hand, the other holding my waist. The feel of him is all I’ve ever needed. Each thrust inside fills me whole, makes me feel like I’m becoming someone real, alive. As I sip a breath, he dips down and captures my lips with his, stroking his tongue against mine with gentle reverence. His flavor and minebecome the same. My fingers latch onto the wet hair at the back of his neck until his find their way to my round butt and lift me off the ledge into his strong arms.

Wrapping myself completely around him, he lifts me off his cock and back down repeatedly, each slap against his skin causing my clit to engorge and tingle.

“You’re my puppet. You’re me. We’re one.”

A pleasured groan escapes my mouth as he places his forehead against mine and works my pussy over his thick cock. Using my heels dug into his back, I writhe on him, and the worried intensity of his brow dissipates into thin air, replaced by a small grin. “Yes, baby, work that. Take it and come all over it. Soak me with your cum.”

Long before it happens, waves of pleasure effervesce from deep within my core, filling every part of my pussy. Then, like a fire, it burns up into my belly and down to each limb. I explode, gripping his heavy cock with my inner muscles and screaming a release of intense ecstasy, traveling to a place beyond fear, somewhere only goodness and safety and comfort exist.

And when I return, that place is still surrounding me as his arms grip my body firmly.

“Good girl.” The tenor of his voice eases me back to reality, and I become like the water, fluid in his hold. Pressing my back against the cold tiles, he rapidly shifts his hips. His length engorges inside me, stretching me fully. “Now I’m going to fill your insides with me. There’s no way you can escape. Everything about you is now mine.” Burrowing his mouth into my neck, hemoans loudly as his cum satiates my desire, my pussy still vibrating from my intense orgasm.

As much as he soothed me, I use my fingernails to return the favor by stroking along the skin of his back and massaging the base of his skull. Sobs release onto my skin as he continues to pump inside me for several thrusts. His cries match my own as I realize the shower isn’t the only source of water on my face.

After several minutes, he lifts his face, an expression of worry and pain returning. “Shh, shh. You did it. You saved me. I’m yours,” I tell him.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Tears stream from his eyes, and I cry with him.

“It wasn’t you. It wasn’t your fault. You saved me.” We rest together, fully connected, holding each other like it’s no longer an option to let go.

“I killed her. I couldn’t save you.”

“You did save us, Cal. I’m here. You rescued us both.” One arm twisting around his back and the other around his head, I embrace him as close to me as I can while he catches his breath on my chest.

As if it’s a realization he never had, he murmurs, “You’re here.”

“I am. You saved me, Cal. We’re out. We’re here now. We aren’t in the basement.”

“I’m not in the basement.” His words are mumbled, the heat of his breath painting my collarbone.

“No.”

Pressing his thumbs into my cheeks, his green eyes pierce me as he says, “We don’t belong there.”

“No, we don’t.”

I’m dressedin Cal’s robe, no underwear, and restrained to his bed by Velcro straps on my wrists and ankles. The band underneath the mattress holds them securely tight and, honestly, I can easily get out of it, but he’s still too scared of me. Which is bizarre, since he terrifies me.

“I sent for your clothes and my spy is scanning your apartment again.”

“Cal, you don’t have to do all of that. I told you. I’m on your side. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

He’s still questioning. Despite our connection, I thought he understood now. Will he ever? Or am I damned to be in the dark corner of his castle, the deep recess of his basement, used just like with everyone else?

“You’ll tell me whatever I want tohear.” His frantic pacing has slowed to a meandering across the thick white carpet, but the path he’s made in it makes his gray sweatpants almost work themselves down his waist. I watch the patch of hair on his lower abdomen appear and keep my eyes trained on what lies just beneath it.

A long sigh releases from my mouth, half in happiness of being his puppet, tied to his bed, waiting to have sex with him again, and half in frustration that he won’t give himself to me. “What will it take to prove my loyalty? To show you I’m yours?”

Still as a sculpture, he considers me for a long while with his hand on his chin. “I want you to come with me to see your people.”

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